11-25-2021, 04:55 PM
Lillibet
She is surrounded, always, by magic.
Her mother's, that speaks to the fauna of the world and grants wishes to those who seek her preternatural help. Her father's, that transforms him into an ivory beast capable of protecting their family better than any horse ever could. Her brother's, a mirror of their father's. Even Manny's - her magic flows intangibly, its invisible fingers capable of rending and ripping memories from the minds of her target.
Lillibet, though... there is a bitterness that festers in her stomach whenever she remembers that her only magic is to glow. It does nothing for her, save for draw attention that she'd rather not possess. How could it be that her twin was birthed with the ability to change his body into that of a bear, but she can only glow like a large obsidian firefly?
She's reminded of this bitterness when she happens upon the opal star-wielder who lingers at the river's edge in darkness. The stars she grasps so easily in the air around her illuminate their surroundings, and while Lillibet's own ethereal visage adds to the lumocity, it is only minimally.
"They are beautiful," beautiful in that they are dangerous, she knows - she can feel the hum of their vibrations from here, knows full well that they would burn upon her skin. She wonders if the other girl is able to rend every star from the night sky, or if the effort would burn her alive. "Who are you?" she asks quietly. And why were you blessed with such a gift?
